Dark Poetry #3 |
Mesh of Science |
WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
I wonder now. In your world, so filled with the false beauty man attempts to make with hand, if there is room for me. The soft of passion's flame to stand against the blast furnace of erect and build. I fear it would not be felt. You, used to the hard enfold of mortar and steel, cannot feel, the featherlight touch of human. Please.. Put off this lead apron and let me approach with gentle caress. Feel the chains of wreckless progress. Transgress with me a sin of soft, slight against. Pass the gate, come to me. Leave the obelisks behind. You are the only Phallus symbol I desire. WhiteRose "The first rule of poetry, write what you know." [This message has been edited by WhiteRose (10-12-2002 08:10 PM).] |
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